Harry Potter and the Heaven's Feel
Chapter 2
Author's Notes: I'm on fire lol; I'm already starting to work on the next chapter so soon after the last one. Well better strikewhile the iron is hot as the saying goes if I'm not mistaken. Sometimes I mix up my proverbs. That's what happens when you write your stories in English but in your everyday life, you speak and write in French. Now, I want to address two reviews I received and read via e-mail since the reviews section of the web site is still not working.
One person was disappointed that I unveiled the fact that Harry will be taught by Clow Reed and Ichihara Yūko and was already a magical prodigy. I want to reassure you that while Harry does have the potential, the Mystic Arts are way more complex than that. Natural talent can only take you so far after all. Presently, his magic is reacting to his wishes easily but he doesn't have the mental fortitude or the knowledge for complicated and precise stuffs. But as he mature, Harry will learn that it won't be that easy to cast a spell with precise intentions.
While Clow and Yūko are both formidable in their specialties, it took them a very long time to reach the ultimate peak of their abilities. Harry will effectively be superior to his peers, power and ability-wise but the Professors and the adult Death Eaters have way more experience and knowledge than him under their belts. In a fair fight, they would win and easily.
For the other person, who explained to me that at the age Harry supposedly was in the last chapter, that he would be much too young to know how to read and write correctly, I say that you are absolutely right. But in my stories, magical children tend to develop a bit faster than their mundane counterparts. And as a little spoiler, he wasn't writing anything recognizable, it was mostly childish scrawling. In Harry's young mind however, he was writing a letter to complain to Dumbledore.
But for anybody else, it was just random lines and drawings with crayons on scrap paper. The power of the imagination to its finest. I hope that I managed to appease your worries correctly. Now, let's go take a look at the stats shall we? We have 32 Reviews, 244 Followers, 200 Favourites, 7 C2 Communities and 4 552 Views. Thank you very much for your support. It helps me motivate myself. Now on with the show!
Last Edit: May 20, 2017.
Quite a few years had passed since the teary reunion of the two last Marauders and the son of their brother and sister in all but blood. The two had decided to pool their resources and hired a magical Construction Firm to build them a house near Yūko's. Said house was a spacious one story with four bedrooms (one reserved for Harry when he slept over), two bathrooms (one made in the western style and one in the eastern style) and a magically reinforced basement where the potions lab, Remus' transformation room and the duelling room had been set up.
Of course, the door leading to the basement was spelled in a manner where only authorized adults could open it and Remus always make sure to leave his wand outside of his and Harry's reach when he went down to transform at the full moon. It wouldn't do for a too curious for his own good six years old Potter boy to stumble upon a transformed Moony. Sirius may not be the most responsible person around but he wasn't about to skimp on extra security to make sure that both his godson and best friend were protected.
As an animagus, Sirius could stay with Remus during the full moon and while Harry was one too, he still couldn't control the change very well. This was why his whole family was against his presence during Remus' "time of the month" even if Remus was very touched to see Lily's compassion in her son's eyes. If Harry truly wanted to stay with his uncles during the full moon, he would have to be able to shift forms at will. The Lycanthrope's very last wish was to hurt his cub or even worse, infect him!
Also, both Sirius and Remus had now for tradition to travel to their dear departed friends' graves a day or two after Halloween to go pay their respects. After that they would get so drunk that they almost ended up in the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Well, mostly Sirius. As a werewolf, Remus' immune system was much stronger than a regular Wizard and could sleep it off easier. It was that one time in the year that he was glad to be a Lycanthrope. As Sirius could tell you, the headaches and the hangover when they woke up were a killer! Thank God for hangover remedies!
Harry was a very active young boy who loved to play outside. But contrary to his father, he wasn't looking for trouble; it was trouble itself that was following Harry almost everywhere! It was almost like having a karmic "kick-me" sign stuck to his back! While coming back from his school after classes one afternoon, he somehow managed to disturb a napping male Kitsune in the school yard, confusing him with a friendly stray dog that had looked very similar who was roaming in the area recently.
As a result, he was pursued all the way home, doing his very best to dodge the irritated Youkai's claws, fangs and it's three tails. (They learned later on that the Kitsune had gone rather easy on the boy. He had wanted to teach Harry a lesson, not kill him) His luck was not always bad though. Sometimes he would get regular days were nothing much happened. Other times, Lady Luck would smile down on him, like that time he had managed to frame Sirius for a prank he and uncle Remus pulled on his older sisters.
As a result, his godfather had been stuck in his Animagus form for a whole week as revenge from Maru and Moro. Padfoot never even found out that he had been framed! Rather neat no?
While Remus and Sirius were still living together across the street and still bachelors, they were often over since Harry's adoptive mother was very fun loving and a great cook when she could be bothered. Yūko was not shy to express what she wanted when she found a man that interested her; since a few months after the soft spoken man and Harry's godfather had moved in their newly build house, she made a game of making Remus blush like a tomato by flirting heavily with him and making sure that he had a substantial peek into her kimono's cleavage. She refused all of Sirius' advances though, much to his chagrin.
Yūko was hot as hell! Remus had taken her on her offer for casual sex once in a while, but they seemed to be happy to only be friends with benefits since they both made no try to deepen their relationship. While Harry was still too young to be given "The Talk" yet, he knew by now that when his mother's bedroom door was closed and locked to not disturb her unless it was very important.
Yūko was not a prude by any means and had no nudity taboo and Harry had happily copied her, but she drew the line at having sexual intercourse where her son could see or heard her. Moro and Maru were more than happy to keep their little brother entertained and distracted while their mother/mistress was "entertaining" her guest in private.
Mundane school was somewhat difficult for Harry. Not because the subjects or the language were that hard, no he had learned how to speak, read and understand Japanese during his first and second year living with his new family. Bullying wasn't really a problem either with how charismatic he was even if there was some grumblings by some other kids about having a Gaijin around. Said grumblings were quickly shushed by the teachers, so no harm no foul.
He just did not have very good marks for the History course though. It still was a passing grade, but it could be better. He had just so much energy to burn that he had trouble sitting still for long periods of time. It was a result of him having too much magic flowing through his body, but no matter how many times his Kaa-san or his Uncles tried to restrain how much he could access; the binds, no matter how strong they were, would dissolve on their own a few days later, sending them right back to the starting point.
They had found a temporary solution to at least make sure he would not overcharge and hurt himself by feeding his extra power into the wards of his home or his uncles' or back into the lay lines of the Earth. It was not perfect, but it worked for now. The neighbourhood got even more verdant as a consequence of feeding back magic into the planet. One of the trees in the backyard became finally big enough for Sirius to add a tire swing for the boy. The problem of Harry having access to too much magic became even less alarming when Moro suggested introducing Harry to Martial Arts.
While the boy would never be a "great warrior" so to speak, he was determined to learn enough for self-defence in case he couldn't rely on his magic. After all, Sirius and Remus had many tales about how many of their allies and foes during the war were basically sitting ducks without their wands. Harry was determined to not be caught like that. It was something that Yūko, as his mother, could get behind, thus he was enrolled to the nearest dojo. With a more physical outlet for his energy, his performance in school shot up. He was also starting to learn some theory based stuff at home for his magical studies.
In Asia, there was no true set age to start learning magic. It was generally left at the discretion of the responsible Adults. Magical schools existed, but attendance was not compulsory and they also never took magical children below the age of eleven. Your name was not put on the Enrolment Rolls at birth like in Hogwarts; you had to research by yourself the schools available in your region and handle your own registration. It was a part of growing up. The information was not hard to look at, but you had to prove that you could be independent and do the field work yourself.
Here in Japan, the Ministry of Magic was not a complete separate body, but a part of the official mundane Government. But enough about the intricacies on how those people managed to uphold the Statute of Secrecy all the while working hand in hand with the regular government.
Now ten years old passed and moving on to eleven, it was time for Harry to make a decision. Usually he would go to mundane school during the week and his family would tutor him in magic a few hours after school and during the week-ends. Yūko was a firm believer of not putting too much stress on a growing boy without enough down time to counter it. So while she, Sirius, Remus, Maru and Moro would push the boy rather hard during their practical sessions, they made sure to not push too hard and to give him time to rest.
Having Clow Reed's spirit inside the boy at such a young age had had some unexpected consequences. Nothing really major, but Harry had taken some physical traits and habits of his ancestor. Like the habit of closing his eyes when he was smiling mischievously, a more pointed chin than both his parents had possessed and the idea of letting his hair grow since as short as they were right now, they were an uncontrollable bird nest.
The choices to make were threefold. Did Harry prefer to keep the current arrangement they had but with a slower progress than if he was attending a magical school full time? Did he wanted to go to Hogwarts as a First year, to learn more in depth western magic but leave behind his regular education or did he preferred to apply for a magical boarding school that offered both mundane and magical classes?
While Japan was really forward in integrating magical and mundane subjects to have their citizens as educated as possible, those schools that offered that type of curriculum were all boarding schools and only some of them permitted their students to go home during the week-ends and not only the holidays. And when his choice would be made, if the boy was still serious in his desire to lean Magecraft, his family would have to prepare to open his magical circuits and determine his origin and element(s).
Needless to say, the family was shocked when Harry expressed that particular desire during a family supper.
"Kaa-san, I would really like to learn Magecraft. I know I already have much on my plate with my mundane studies, my Karate lessons and learning both Eastern and Western magic from everyone else, but I would like to create my own style some day. Magecraft could be a stepping stone towards it."
The silence caused by the declaration made was only temporary. Sirius was the first to protest and to try to establish his authority as a "grown-up" by saying with certain firmness behind his voice
"Absolutely not! Magecraft is way too dangerous for someone of your age to even try! You'll only ends up destroying your body from the inside out! Keep yourself entertained with regular magic. We'll maybe revisit that decision when you'll be around seventeen and not one second before. This discussion is now over."
Then it was Remus who decided to clear things up
"Padfoot, seventeen is almost too old to start learning and using Magecraft. A Magus' Magical Circuits must be awakened around nine up to fourteen years old if you want to obtain optimum results. Contrary to you, I looked up the true information, not the biased propaganda distributed by the Ministry back in Britain."
Ignoring his best friend's look of betrayal, he then added
"And since you seem to have forgotten once again, Yūko is Harry's legal guardian not you, so she is the one who had the last word on this subject. "
Ignoring the incoherent rumblings of his friend about "bros before hoes" and "Of course you'll take her side, she has you by the balls" and the last that made him feel really proud of himself "Lucky bastard to be able to tap that", he turned his attention toward the mistress of the house for the final decision. While Maru and Moro's opinions were often asked and considered in many domains, when it was about Harry's education, be it magical or mundane, they lacked perspective.
Their impossibility to leave the propriety made them quite ignorant of the outside world, thus they had nothing to say on the subject if it wasn't the Witchcraft taught to them by their mother over the years. The Space-Time Witch's delicate brows were creased in concentration and thinking. She was weighting the pros and the cons of allowing her boy to try his hand at a new magical style where he wouldn't have any teacher readily available, thus going in somewhat blind or forbidding it all together. She then decided with unwavering authority in her voice
"We will open your Magic Circuits sometime during the next week-end to give you the necessary time to recover without missing class. But!"
She said, cutting Harry's cheering, since she wasn't done laying the law so to speak
"But! You will not try to use them without been instructed how to correctly first! I will have to call that annoying Dead Apostle Ancestor Zelretch to see if he has some beginner books to lend you or for sale. If it's for sale, the cost will come out of your allowance. I will allow you to use the tool shed outside in the garden near the Koi pond to make yourself a Work Shop. All your Magecraft experiments will either be in there once your uncles had it warded or with one of us present in the house.
I'm warning you only one time young man. If you misuse your Circuits even slightly, I'll seal them back myself permanently before you can say "Animagus". Are we clear?"
Harry, showing his serious side for once, answered
"Yes Kaa-san. I understand. I won't let you down."
Sirius was still pouting at being outvoted while Remus and the Twins went back to eating their meals. Once almost done and back to normal, Sirius asked his godson
"Have you finally made a decision concerning your schooling Harry? You better start applying for admission to the nearest magical schools before it's too late and you end up having to wait to the next semester. Your Hogwarts letter is also bound to arrive soon."
Letting an underage magical child make his own decisions without adult interference and steps towards his own education and then respect it was a rather novel idea for him, but Sirius was nothing if not adaptable. The mutt had taken well to his country of residence. Remus too had taken a shine to the country of the Rising Sun. And not just because he could share the Far Eastern witch' futon with her every other night. His transformations were much easier on his body now, what with the invention and arrival on the market of the Wolfsbane potion.
It wasn't a cure for Lycanthropy, but it greatly eased the symptoms and also permitted him to keep his mind while transformed. While the potion's price was exorbitant in the United Kingdom, it cost almost nothing to brew here since Yūko's garden was full of most of the needed ingredients for her own potions. It was only getting access to the recipe that was difficult. The Space-Time Witch had years to get her potions brewing up to snuff.
Harry finished his mouthful and answered rather seriously for a ten years old child
"I have. I want to keep the current arrangement we have for a few more years. I have great teachers already and what my family can't teach me, we already have hired tutors for those subjects. I'd say I'm at the expected level for my age. I'll likely go to Hogwarts when I'll be the equivalent of a Third year student, since the Runes, Charms, Herbology and Transfiguration courses there are in the top ten of all Europe.
I'll likely stay at Hogwarts as a student until after my OWLs at the end of the Fifth year, maybe more if my early application at Clock Tower doesn't go through. Uncle Clow said that a varied education will be good when he's not annoying me by teasing me relentlessly that I'll make great discoveries while in Hogwarts, but refuse tell me more when asked about it, the annoying jerk."
He finished, pouting childishly with his arms crossed while the adults around the table chuckled in amusement. Yūko had never shared with the men in their life what Clow's spirit had told her to convince her to take the child as her own and didn't intend to either. The future wasn't set in stone and she firmly believed that Harry had to discover his destiny by himself. Not the infamous prophecy that cost his birth parents their lives. No that one was no longer on Harry's shoulders the second the soul shard was expelled from his being.
The subject of the Horcruxes and their many synonyms had been discussed thoroughly, just in case the men stumbled upon one. The British Dark Lord was not the only Wizard in history to have tried that method. Voldemort had left himself enough rope to hang himself; it was just a matter of time before he left the mortal coil for good to his "Next Great Adventure" as Dumbledore was prompt to tell. As to why Harry called the spirit of his ancestor "Uncle", Clow was somewhat a vain man when alive, conscious of his appearance and still was as a spirit.
Not to the point of being a narcissist, but why would he always used to wear elaborate, colourful, tasteful and fashionable kimonos and perfectly groomed hair when he was alive? He was a metro sexual as the modern lingo said. So, to spare his feelings and stop the Sorcerer from complaining, he did not call him "Grandpa" but "Uncle".
A few days later, Yūko finally did swallow her pride and made a phone call to Zelretch. The Dead Apostle Ancestor was one of the few men able to make her loose her cool like that and the Troll knew it, since he loved taking advantage of it.
She may not have a nudity taboo or a concern at being seen in the buff but it didn't mean that she was about to take pictures of herself naked and send them to that insufferable man for his viewing pleasure! She'd rather sleep with Sirius Black than with Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg! She was not into Necrophilia! And Sirius has still not totally grown up mentally; he was way too immature for her tastes! She was just about to send a curse of permanent impotence to the Wizard Marshall when he judiciously backed down
"Okay okay, calm down now, Ichihara-san. No need to threaten my genitalia for so little. Jeez, you should really invest into a sense of humour sometime! I happen to have some business in Tokyo really soon, so I'll travel there in a few days. I'll drop by in person with a few primers and books for beginners once I'm free."
Back to business and in possession of some hastily recovered patience, she asked
"How much we will owe you? I already told my son that the price of the books will come out of his allowance since Magecraft is not a subject where a tutor can easily be found."
Zelretch snickered a bit at that, but answered
"Nah, you owe me nothing, Ichihara-san. Considers us square after all the teasing I put you through these last few years. Tell you what; I'll even throw in a few "Troll-free" lessons as a bonus if your son has potential. Seriously, a kid who is actually taking the time to learn Eastern and Western style magic, it's very rare nowadays! Well, I better go; my current Apprentice is recovering too much sanity for my tastes these last few days. She's a rather good one, since she hasn't been shipped to the Loony bin yet after four months under my tutelage! "
Without so much of a "by your leave", the infamous Troll of Clock Tower had hang up on her after cackling like a deranged maniac. Hanging her own phone, she then said to herself
"Ugh! I loathe that man! But he's the most approachable of the whole lot of crazies and psychos that make the upper echelons of the Mage's Association! *Sigh* the things I must do for my family."
Harry's Magic Circuits had been awakened two days ago and it had deeply hurt the Space-Time Witch to be the one that put her youngest child, her only son, through so much pain, but it was a necessary evil if he really wanted to learn Magecraft. And what a surprise! The Potter family never had any Magi among them, but young Harry was gifted with twenty five magic circuits of slightly above average quality and he could channel a good amount of Prana through them without so much of a fuss. It was good news. He was not the strongest Magus ever but he was not a lost cause either, but power wasn't everything.
Zelretch did arrive a few days later, more precisely early on a Saturday morning. Coincidentally, Yūko was sleeping in since she and Remus had had sex almost all night long last night. Not wanting to disturb their mother, Maru and Moro let the guest in reluctantly, afraid he would corrupt their sweet younger brother. Harry would always use part of his allowance to buy them some candies or other treats, even if they told him many times to not waste his limited pocket money on them. But the Dead Apostle Ancestor did nothing terrible, yet.
He just sat himself alongside on the couch with the boy once in the living room, said young boy was deep into his Saturday cartoons and the guest decided to wait by watching the TV show. While he was quite renowned for being an irredeemable troll among many other things, he did enjoy some peace and quiet once in a while. This was why when he needed a break, he would usually go to the Ninja World and meditate or just lay back and relax with those nature energy using toads.
Mount Myoboku was such a beautiful place. It was completely devoid of any traces of mankind to boot. He never stayed for meals times though. He might be able to satisfy his need of ingesting blood with donated or artificially made blood packs, but while mammal predators' blood would do in a pinch, insect blood was so not his thing! Yuck!
Once the show was over, Harry realized that a stranger was near him. Grey hair, a neat gray beard, red eyes, some laugh lines and wrinkles and rather pale but with an easy smile on his lips. Yep, that was the Super Vampire that his mother hated so much. Super Vampire is a gross simplification of what the guest was, but you try to explain exactly what the Dead Apostles are to a child. Believe me, it's not exactly easy, so simplification it was. It was Harry who decided to break the silence and the starring contest, Zelretch was way too amused to do it.
"Huh… hi? It's a rather nice day outside, no?"
The master of the Kaleidoscope answered evenly
"Yes, today is promising to be a very nice day. It seems that this summer is a good one. Not too hot, not too cold either."
He then kept quiet, wanting the child to ask questions. And a bit of awkward silence was always a good wind up for an amusing situation or two.
Harry wasn't sure what to say. I mean, he didn't really expect the guy would be dropping by without calling first or this early. It was a bit embarrassing to still be in his pyjamas while watching the Saturday morning's Cartoons in front of a stranger. Curious about one thing, he then asked
"Hum… Mr. Zelretch? Kaa-san said the other day that you were some sort of Super Vampire. But how come you aren't affected by sunlight? Sirius and Remus said that the Vampires in Europe can't stand the light of day."
Zelretch actually snorted in amusement. Him? A Super Vampire? That was a rather simple way to view things even if it was basically true. Oh well, at least the boy was asking intelligent questions. It was a point to him. The Wizard Marshall then answered
"It's actually a very long and complex answer. To simplify it, my state of "Super Vampire" made me into a different breed than your regular run of the mill European Vampire. I don't have the same weaknesses, including sunlight and my powers are many times greater than them. I know you are likely to hate such a phrase, but you will understand when you are older and with more knowledge under your belt.
Now, I have a question for you. Do you have a proper work shop established? Magecraft is not to be practised in front of the non magicals. After all, we have to uphold the Statute of Secrecy."
Harry had pouted and frowned a bit at being told he would understand when he would be older but he could sort of understand the older man's point of view. He was very new to this side of magic and knew next to nothing about the ancient beings that lurked into the shadows since immemorial times. After the question he was asked, he answered
"Yes. Kaa-san gave me the permission to use the tool shed in the back garden and my uncles warded it with anything they could think. My sisters said that the shed could now tank a rampaging dragon and still be standing. I cleaned up the inside and we moved in different work benches, a desk with a chair if I have to sit to write something and lots and lots of pens, pencils and lined notebooks."
Zelretch's smile became less troll-like and more genuine. It had been a long time since he had seen someone so dedicated to learn and to do it right. He could tell that the Potter scion would go far. While he would not intervene, he would keep an eye and his ears open for any mention of the boy in the future. He had in front of him a real diamond in the rough.
After Harry went to get dressed, they walked to the boy's new work shop and the Wizard Marshall had to tip his imaginary hat at those two British wizards. Westerner style magic was very good for making life easier. After both took a seat, the Old Man of the Jewels fell in a lecture
"First of all, to active your magical circuits, you need to find yourself a mental trigger. It can be anything; no two triggers are the same, just like each and every Magi are different, unique. Once you have your trigger, you have the ability to channel Prana, magic quantified, into the magic circuits. Usually I would explain to you how to touch your magic and make it flow but as you have already started your training as a Wizard, you already know how. In fact, it is a very good thing that you don't have a focus yet.
Had you have been already used to a wand or a staff; it would have been quite harder to fight the habit of channelling your Prana into it. Before you try to cast spells outside of Reinforcement and Structure Analysis, you will have to find out your Origin and Element(s). A Magus can generally only cast spells relative to his Element(s) and his Origin will determine what kind of spell caster he or she will be. Of course, there are always exceptions to the rules, but they are very rare."
The lecture continued for a time and the Dead Apostle found himself impressed by the boy's determination in taking notes. Well, he was mostly trying and his resume would likely be only understood by Harry himself. Zelretch had to remind himself a few times to not go into too much details and technicalities; his student for the day was still only ten after all. The day was well passed and the Wizard Marshall had to leave. He left to his temporary pupil the books he had told the boy's mother he would bring and after a polite good bye, Zelretch left via quick application of the Kaleidoscope.
The days leading to Harry's birthday passed in a blur. But soon, a problem presented itself a few days before the boy's birthday. The child had been too overeager and now, he was paying the price for it. His regular schoolwork, his magical studies of Eastern and Western magic, his karate lessons, his usual chores and then add into the mix his new studies into Magecraft? It had become too much and he had hardly any time to relax, recuperate and to enjoy his childhood. Nobody had said anything even if they had seen it coming from a mile away.
But if they had talked, Harry wouldn't have learned the consequences of his acts. So it was of no surprise for anybody when one evening when it was Harry's time to do the dishes after lunch, he just crashed. He was just so tired that his body had shut down to recuperate. Sirius, who was the closest seated to Harry, was the first to be near his godson. With a sigh, he knelt down and took the still rather thin boy into his arms. Yūko was as their side one moment later, her red eyes full of sorrow and worry.
She hated having to let her baby boy learn important life lessons the hard way like that, but it was experience that was forging a spell caster, be it Wizard or Magus. While there was nothing except plain friendship between Yūko and Sirius, they both filled a fundamental spot in Harry's life, now that James and Lily had given theirs in hope that their son survives.
Yūko had become Harry's mother by taking him in and winning his love with determination, care and patience and little by little, Sirius had also evolved from the fun loving and irresponsible uncle to the dependable godfather and finally, to the role of Harry's father. The boy never called him that, but the way he was looking at him, listening to him, coming to him for advice on things he was too embarrassed to ask the women in his life about, it screamed of only one word. Dad. Sirius Black was now young Harry Potter's father.
Ichihara Yūko was now little Harry Potter's mother. That revelation had hit Sirius on the face harder than Yūko's slaps when he had tried to cop a feel of her smashing arse when he was tipsy one night.
In the wake of Harry's collapsing, Sirius did something he never did before, once the boy woke up a few hours later. He sat himself on the edge of his son's bed and talked to him in an even voice
"I am very disappointed in you Harry. You had to know you were overdoing it and yet you didn't stop. You continued to push yourself harder and harder until you collapsed. Why did you continue to push yourself so much? You know that you have nothing to prove to your mother and I. Uncle Remus and your sisters don't want you to prove yourself to them either. We love you, Harry. You made us very worried."
He stopped and waited for an answer. He didn't have to wait long. Harry's answer came down, falling like a downpour
"I… Mum Lily and Dad James gave their lives to beat Voldemort and before that, they were seen as Heroes because they weren't afraid to stand up to that monster. Uncle Clow did grand, magnificent and amazing things when he was alive. Things that, even now, no one can replicate. Kaa-san is the most powerful Sorceress alive since the Age of the Gods and can even access parallels worlds. Maru and Moro can combine their powers to do some of the most beautiful magic I ever saw.
You were a Hit-Wizard during the War against Voldemort and even if you risked your life, you did it because you could. Uncle Moony swallowed his pride and went to the very people he loathed with all his soul to try and talk them out of following the empty promises of Voldemort, at the risk of his life and reputation. I…I just wanted to do something to be a bit special like all of you. To be a little bit useful. You all just did so much and I'm not doing anything meaningful. I…I just felt it was my turn to give to the world like you all did."
Then Harry bowed his head, a bit ashamed of himself. Because of his good upbringing and healthy nutrition, the short-sight that was from his father's genes pool never formed into Harry's green eyes, showing more traits of his mother, since he didn't look like a younger clone of his father and had no need for glasses.
Sirius couldn't believe what his son was saying. He felt useless? He had pushed himself so hard to emulate them? Hadn't they did all they could so he wouldn't try to leap into the dangers they all faced by pacing his learning? Now he felt like a tool. Taking the boy into his arms, he then put a scratchy kiss on his forehead (He was due for a good shaving) then said
"Oh Harry, we never wanted for you to copy us. Clow, your birth parents, your adoptive mother, your sisters, your uncle and I had different circumstances than you. We were almost all born into times of great conflict. We had to get better very quickly if only to survive. We fought the odds each time for a better world, where children like you could be safe and grow at their rhythm and not being forced to mature so quickly. You don't have to push yourself so hard to catch up to us. More importantly, when you hurt yourself like this, you hurt us too.
Do you think we like watching you burn the candle at both ends? Now, you won't be doing any more magic for a few days, until you get better. Once you are up and about, we will have to sit down and decide your priorities and decrease your work load. You can't continue like that any longer. Now, go back to sleep."
Harry had been attentive at the start of the lecture, but his consciousness had started to slip more and more, until he was nodding then forced himself to awake once again. It was why Sirius had cut down the lecture so soon. Harry couldn't be properly chastised if he wasn't conscious for it. Tucking back in the slim boy, Sirius left the room, partially closing the door behind him. All would be all right in the end. Life would go on.
